MARV Review

Oh, *really*? Two gangsters and a time machine? Please. It’s like they decided to curate a particularly depressing sitcom about the decline of humanity. Vince Vaughn, bless his cotton socks, seems to have been tasked with channeling the existential dread of a bad tax return. The plot? A meandering, predictable mess involving a malfunctioning chronometer and a lot of awkward hand-holding. The characters? Let’s just say they’re actively avoiding any kind of genuine emotional engagement. It’s like watching a beige wallpaper convention. The whole thing is aggressively dull, and the audience is welcome to take a nap.